Category Archive: poetry

Softly we shall go..

Softly we shall go.. Softly we go, you and me. We had danced in many dangerous storms  and we want more. Baby sweet, honey, my love. We need shoeless days, we need to… Continue reading

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The dancer..

The dancer.. 1- Lovely are the curves of a dancing lady who makes every step and movement, a event for our eyes and our mind. Around and around she moved in delicate steps.… Continue reading

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Empty cups..

Empty cups.. In another lifetime. We danced, we drank and we loved. Once filled cup became half-empty and we accepted less. Once we entwined our dreams and lives. Now strangers, we became. Today… Continue reading

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A Summertime love..

A Summertime love.. Dear Veronica, she knew I adored her. She sat near me and her bare feet caressed the softness of the grass. She asked me. Would you love me when my… Continue reading

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So it is..

So it is… 1-  I didn’t know it was the last night I would see your face. I didn’t know it would be the time I would hear your voice and I didn’t… Continue reading

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The madness, we knew..

The madness, we knew.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Some Big Sur poetry.  The madness, we knew… You loved the whiskey, you love the sin and you loved the long ride. You wanted the… Continue reading

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Dancing in the dark with you dear Daniela..

Dancing in the dark with you dear Daniela.. I was drinking whiskey alone and I was listening to the good jazz. A pretty auburn lady sat with me and she asked me, what… Continue reading

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My midnight thoughts..

My midnight thoughts.. I am drinking alone at 6 pm and the night is going so damn slow  and I drinking the Blue Moon and I fall into the old songs. Almost 9… Continue reading

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My North Dakota hurricane..

My North Dakota hurricane.. Beneath the midnight Monterey moon, we danced, we drank and we adored the Winter storms of the Pacific. We served as soldiers in the daytime and in the night.… Continue reading

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The hanging tree..

The hanging tree… In 1991, I needed nothing, I wanted nothing. I was seeking the good death. A pretty lady with the saddest eyes in Michigan, she asked me. What are seeking Johnnie?… Continue reading

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